As I said before in this blog, I will not only write about Jake and our life with Jake.
And today, I want to talk about something else, something completely different.
Today, I want to talk about … toeless socks. Yeah, you heard me right, toeless socks.
You might not know this about me, but I am a very simple person. I don’t do what is expected from me, but I do what I want, at least, most of the time. I love to have fun, I have the humor sense of a 14 years old boy, I love shoes, I hate people who think they are better than me because they have more money than me. I love being a mom to E and I love PC – which is why I call him PC. And I am a little cheap : I refuse to pay for stuff I will have no use or that I will not enjoy. I refused to have a traditional wedding, refused to pay an immoral amount of money to entertain people I didn’t know or didn’t like. Instead, PC and I got married alone, in front of a judge, and spent the money we saved on our first home.
Now, you might ask yourself : what does this have to do with toeless socks ?
Let me explain.
When PC moved to the North Country, he started hanging with a couple that were from around the City. The couple have been there for a little bit longer than PC and were able to told him more about the place and the people. They hit it off right away, probably because they had the same background. They liked the same things, disliked the same things and hate the same things.
But as the weeks, and later, the months passed by, something happened. I think it’s called real life. We, Jeff and I when I was there, began to realize that the people in the North Country were not as bad as we have been told they were. Heck, they were even nice ! They didn’t sleep with their animals and, for rednecks, they were pretty cool !
We actually started to prefer the company of the “rednecks” to theirs. The “rednecks” welcomed us with open arms, opened their family and friends to us. Hanging out with the “rednecks” was more fun than with them. Their children behaved better than theirs… Anyway, you get the pictures.
Now, let’s go back to my toesless socks.
Because I like to do things my way, and because I like to wear flip-flops – yeah, I like to wear them, from April to November (and sometimes later) – my mom knitted me socks that looks like this :
so I would be able to wear my flip-flips when I want.
I love them, wear them and I do so proudly. PROUDLY. When I showed my knitted-with-love socks to them – not the rednecks – the answer I got flabbergasted me. I was speechless.
“You can’t wear that in America ! No American would wear that !”
“Wow”, I answered. “It’s funny but, see, my mother knitted from an AMERICAN pattern, took in an AMERICAN booklet.”
And then, she (it was the wife) told me something people say when they have nothing else to say :
“You’ll see, nobody wears them”
Whatever. I still wear them, still wear them proudly. And you know what ? Nobody has judged me yet. And I don’t think I’ll be judged either.
Because you know what ? America doesn’t really care if I wear toe-less socks. Heck, America produced Lady Gaga and made her a millionaire !
The enticing thing about America, is that I can do WHATEVER I WANT. And if you don’t like it, just don’t look at it !
I love America !
